#alabaster torrington x reader

[readbyred]

Someone thinks you're a couple

With Pjo/HoO faves (at least ones I know how to write)

You’d think Piper is chill with that stuff, but if she's crushing strong on you, she will not be normal about this. Stays silent after the person you're speaking to called her your girlfriend. Literally says nothing and just observes your reaction. Like, to see if you're uncomfortable with it, if you correct them at all, if you also get nervous. Outside, she's chill but believe me, she's going to be overthinking this before going to sleep

Jason is an interesting case. Well, at least he’d be amusing, I think. Because his first instinct is to pipe up and be like ‘no, actually-’. But then it also hits him that he doesn't want you to think he wouldn't want to be your partner. But also he’s not trying to make it seem like he’s pushing you into this uncomfortable situation? Please, save this man before he gets too wrapped up in whatever the hell he’s trying to say. Needless to say, the other person will be more confused than before

When it happens to Reyna, she wants to be logical about it. Just say the truth and move on with the conversation. Keyword - wants. Because she can get absolutely smitten and then the next thing you know she’s looking away and her face is heating up. Of course, she maintains most of her composure, but she’ll be a little bit awkward for the rest of the day. Damn that stranger for putting those ideas into her head

With Alabaster, it really depends on the timing. The dude is largely sleep-deprived and on the verge of being killed most of the time. So he really does not pay attention to things like this if he suspects you two might be in danger (more so than usual). If things are moderately okay and you two are relatively safe though?? Oh, you know it gets awkward. He can be really outspoken if he has to, but he can turn into a mess just as easily. He sort of pauses glances at you, and attempts to explain that you two are not together. At some point, you don't even know what he’s saying. He doesn't know either. You just know that he’s stressed. Poor guy doesn't even get one peaceful moment smh

I saved the worst for the last which would be Octavian. The bitch fucking scoffs. Yes, he might like you but this is not important right now, because this stranger is assuming things and making stuff up. And he’ll let them know this much. Rolls his eyes because some people really don't know how to mind their own business. And they didn't even get it right. He genuinely didn't know why would you even be upset with his reaction. He was in the right, after all

[genz420]

Eat Your Young 💚 🃏

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Content: Alabaster C. Torrington x Reader Headcanons

Request: "could you do Alabaster C. Torrington x reader hcs?"

Warning: None, I think

Pairing(s): Alabaster x Gn!reader

Author note: My first request! I hope I did okay!

Mister son of Hecate himself 

Whenever I think of Alabaster, I just think of that one Ayesha Erotica song

Emo Boy

…

Anyways

Big hand holder vibes from him

And he would let you have the inside pinky 

You know what I mean

He craves that contact with you

To feel your body heat or coldness 

It’s a reminder to him that he is not alone 

Because, like most demigods, he got some level of abandonment issue

But holding your hand reminds him that he has you 

It’s ground him

He would also be the type to trace things on your hand

Like Runes

Because that's his shit

Would be the type of guy to put your wellness above his own

Especially if you guys are in a relationship 

His is the type to be hot and then cold

Like he would be patching you up and then tell you how stupid you are for getting hurt

For worrying him

Would definitely be the type to confuse his feelings in a fit of anger 

It doesn’t matter what god rules

You matter the most to him

It’s all about you

And if you two do eventually form a relationship 

Jealousy is a green-eyed man named Alabaster 

Doesn’t matter what kind of relationship you have with a person

He will be jealous 

Because he is insecure and will think whoever they are, is better for you

Mans need reassurance from you

[angoragangrene]

People don’t want romance they want to be in a qpr with their favourite fictional characters

[narkissistikos]

I need a hug from Luke Castellan

[thealtoduck]

What do you think of Psyche's Son being a total sweetie cinnamon roll and him getting a crush on Alabaster C. Torrington, Hecate's Son?

(I’m gonna be honest i didn’t know who Alabaster was before you sent this in so i had to go on the pjo wiki)

I feel like it’d be a kind of romance destined to fail.

The two would grow close bunking together in the Hermes cabin and eventually develop crushes on each other, unknown to the other.

During the second titan war Alabaster would try to make the son of Psyche join the titans side with the argument of:

The way son of Psyche (like the rest of the kids are minor gods and goddesses) was just shoved in to the Hermes cabin and is seen as an afterthought by both the camp and the gods.

Aphrodite’s treatment of Psyche.

But son of Psyche would refuse to join the Titans and the two would tearfully walk away from each other knowing they might see each other on the battlefield.

After the war ended and Alabaster was exiled the two would meet up breifly and admit they had feelings for each other but come to the conclusion that it simply wouldn’t work.

They’d kiss each other on the lips before walking their seperate ways once more.

(Sorry if this got kinda depressing)

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Midnight Roses (1)

AN: This fic contains canon-typical violence and behaviours, manipulation, mentions of death, murder, orphans, pain, blood, blood drinking, torture, memory manipulation, prison, and criminals.

Chapter 1

“Some things will never change,” Rosalie thought with a mental shake of her head after Edward and Bella had left the Cullen’s house.  The family’s return to Forks had been anything but peaceful especially since Edward, Bella and Alice had just returned from Volterra.

Rosalie was mature enough to admit to herself that she was partially responsible for sending Edward to Volterra to face the Volturi.  However, she was also calm enough to realise that Alice and Edward were the main ones to blame for that situation.  Had Alice contacted Edward directly (and Rosalie knew that she could because the two had been in contact during their time away from Forks), this entire situation may have been avoided.

Rosalie knew that some of her family didn’t believe her apology to Bella and Edward was genuine.  That annoyed her.   Rosalie wasn’t one to behave thoughtlessly or recklessly, especially when it came to her family.

All she had been trying to do was remind Edward of the Volturi and their rules when it came to vampires and humans yet it seemed that her adoptive brother had been all too willing to ignore those rules.  Now not only were the Volturi aware of Bella’s existence, but they had also ordered that she be changed into a vampire or face death.

The blonde vampire wasn’t naïve enough to think that if Edward ignored the Volturi’s ruling that Bella’s death would be the only one that the Volturi would seek.  The Volturi would destroy the majority of her family, leaving only the repentant ones.

In this instance, repentant was code for vampires that had a gift that Aro wanted.  While Rosalie knew she was beautiful by human standards and even by vampire standards, she didn’t have a gift that Aro would want to possess which meant that she would be one of the vampires that was killed because of Edward’s disregard of the Volturi’s rules.

Physically shaking her head this time, she walked out of the front door.  The air outside was warm but Rosalie paid it no mind.  She came to a stop twenty metres away from the Cullen house and as she leant against a lush, ancient tree, she closed her eyes.

“I tried to show Bella that being a vampire isn’t a goal she should fight to attain but she chose not to listen to me.  Please, somebody out there, show her that being ‘in love’ with Edward isn’t a good enough reason for her to become a vampire and throw her life away.  Help me.”

Rosalie smelt the change in the air before she felt it.  her eyes snapped open just in time to see a green orb appear in front of her.  She blinked in order to confirm what she was seeing and the orb exploded outwards before she even had a chance to think or yell.

Caught in the grip of the orb, Rosalie was dragged through the air at speeds she didn’t think were possible.  When the orb let her go, Rosalie felt dread curdle in her stomach.

She and her adopted siblings along with Bella were standing in the middle of the throne room in Volterra and the Kings of the Volturi along with the guard were staring at them.  Rosalie’s feeling of dread grew stronger as she noticed the two wives, Athenodora and Sulpicia, were also gazing at the Cullens.

Rosalie had a very bad feeling that the Volturi had been discussing the course of action that they were going to take after Edward’s dramatic actions in Forks and Volterra.

“We did not expect to see you again so soon.”  Marcus intoned gravely, “I am certain however that your arrival has to do with the unexpected appearance of this book.”  Marcus held up a book with a black background and two pale hands cupping a red apple.  Rosalie could easily make out the title of the book from where she was standing.  She had no idea why a section of the day was the book title but that wasn’t her most burning question.

“Great King Marcus,” Rosalie began.  “When did that book appear?”

Aro inclined his head at her polite address of his brother, “It is splendid to see that my old friend Carlisle has taught one of his children how to behave.  To answer your question, this book arrived mere milliseconds after Bella, Edward and Alice left.  It is such a fascinating book.”

Movement caught Rosalie’s eye and she noticed Jasper’s posture change.  “Why do you believe that King Aro?” Jasper asked formally.

Aro smiled, “Because this book is about our dear young friend Isabella Swan of course!”

“You mean that book contains my thoughts and feelings and you intend to read them out loud?!”  Bella gasped.

Rosalie was grateful she didn’t shriek with outrage.  If Bella had, it could have ended very poorly considering where they currently were.

“Oh no, Bella,” Caius stated with a mocking note in his voice.  “You misunderstand.  All of us have already read the book and we have more than a few questions about the content of it.  You have been brought here to answer those questions.”

Emmett moved to stand next to her and she looked into his eyes, which was easy to do because of the heels she was wearing.  Due to their history and the amount of time they spent together, they were easily able to read each other’s body language.  Emmett was curious about this turn of events and Rosalie could tell that he was also curious about the orb that had brought them to Volterra.  Admittedly, Rosalie was curious about that too.  It must have taken a tremendous amount of power and intent to control energy like that.

There was a faint clang that disrupted the silent conversation between Rosalie and Emmett.  Her enhanced senses registered another heartbeat and the soft thudding of footsteps.  Rosalie knew that the Volturi would have been able to detect these new sounds as well yet they didn’t seem bothered by them.

Rosalie saw Bella turn towards the doorway as the unknown individual moved closer.  A young man appeared in the doorway.  Rosalie estimated his age to be around twenty-four at the most.  He was tall although Rosalie observed that he was noticeably shorter than Marcus.  The stranger had calculating green eyes and brown hair that had been neatly styled.

“Alabaster!”  Aro cried joyfully, “Welcome home!  I trust your journey was an eventful one?”

Alabaster had a small smile on his face, “I am glad to be home.”  He commented as he moved toward the dais.  He greeted each member of the Volturi guard individually and Rosalie saw a soft look sweep across his face as he gazed at Felix.

“The Cullens, I assume?” He asked once he had reached the dais.  The brunet stood with his back to the Volturi as he gazed at the guests standing in the throne room.  “I’ve heard quite a bit about you.”  He remarked, clasping his hands behind his back, and fixing the family with a shrewd gaze.

Something warned Rosalie that there was more to this young man than met the eye and she chose to hold her tongue.

“Alabaster, you haven’t had the pleasure of meeting young Bella Swan yet, have you?” Aro questioned.  “She is a new addition to the Cullen family.”

Rosalie tensed. 

Alabaster nodded in understanding, “It’s not the first time I’ve heard of a human thinking they’ve fallen in love with a vampire.”

“I am in love with him!” Bella replied heatedly.

“I do love her!” Edward retorted immediately.

Alabaster focused on them.  Edward glared back at him in response.

The staring contest ended a few moments later when Alabaster shook his head dismissively.

“Do you bring news Alabaster?” Marcus demanded.

Alabaster turned to face the King.  “My apologies.  I was distracted. Your mate is tying up a few loose ends and then she will return to Volterra.”

The effect that Alabaster’s words had on the occupants of the room was instantaneous.  The guard stood up straighter and Marcus shifted in his seat.  Rosalie noticed that even the two wives had content expressions on their faces.  The mood in the room changed from a tense one to a relieved, happy one.

“Who are you talking about?” Edward demanded, “Marcus doesn’t have a mate.”

The mood soured again and Jane bared her teeth at the vampire as she stepped forwards, “Be grateful you have been granted awareness of this information.  Few are privy to it.”

“Jane,” Alabaster sighed.  “My father taught me that there is nothing to be gained by arguing with someone ignorant.”

Jane clenched her jaw but stepped back to stand next to her brother.

“Is she…?” Bella asked tentatively.

Alabaster raised an eyebrow, “Ask the question on your mind or remain silent and wonder for the rest of your days.”

“Human.  Is she human like you?”  Bella finished her previous thought and red coloured her cheeks.

“Not that it’s any of your business but she and I are not simply human.”

“You have a heartbeat!”  Alice protested.

“And a heartbeat is an indicator that an individual must be a human?”  Alabaster challenged. 

“As amusing as this interaction is, perhaps we should return to the matter at hand?” Caius prompted.

Alabaster inclined his head and sat down on the steps of the dais.  He grinned up at a beautiful brunette vampire who glided forwards and came to a stop at the foot of the dais.

“Unfortunately Bella the last time you were here we were not introduced.  I am Sulpicia.  Are you aware that you are not Edward’s mate but his Singer?”  Sulpicia questioned.  Her voice was melodious.  Rosalie had never met a vampire who didn’t have a melodious voice and she guessed that was a way to lure their intended prey.  There was something else in her voice though, something old.

Bella looked at the Cullens, mainly focusing on Alice and Edward before she looked at Sulpicia.

“No.  I didn’t know that.”  Bella replied, “What is the difference?”

To Rosalie’s surprise, none of the Volturi snarled in response to her question. 

“Maybe they understand that it’s a genuine question and their anger lies with Edward.” Rosalie thought.

Sulpicia tapped her hand against her thigh.  “It’s a very important difference.  A vampire can never harm their mate because the idea is too repulsive.  However, a Singer has enough power to constantly cause the vampire to crave their blood.  The vampire is at risk of losing all self-control whenever they encounter their Singer.”

“Can a vampire grow to love their Singer?” Bella asked.

“There are instances where that has happened in the past,” Sulpicia admitted.  “Many Singers have been transformed into vampires because the vampire convinced themselves that they loved the human.  Believe me when I say the relationships fizzled out after a short period of time following the Singer’s transformation.”  Sulpicia’s voice held a note of sadness as she finished her sentence.

Bella’s leg twitched like she wanted to step away from Edward.

“My turn.”  Demetri announced.  “What do you like about Edward, Bella?”

“His hair, his eyes, the way he smiles.  My favourite smile of his is the crooked one that he has.”  Bella answered instantly, looking up at Edward.

“Let me rephrase that,” Demetri scowled.  Clearly he was dissatisfied with Bella’s answer.  “What personality traits do you like about Edward?  I know you’re not that shallow that you simply focus on an individual’s appearance.”

The throne room was quiet as Bella tried to find an answer for the tracker.  “He’s a good listener.”  She answered eventually, “He remembers things that I’ve told him.”

“I disagree.”  Felix stated.  “We read that you told him you didn’t want to go to prom long before the two of you encountered James, Victoria, and Laurent.  Following James’ attack and your release from hospital, Edward ignored your wishes and took you to prom.”

“Yes but…”

“But what Bella?”  Alabaster prompted.  His voice was slightly muffled due to the fact that his chin was now resting in his hand. 

“He didn’t want me to miss out on any human experiences because I was dating him.”

“But you told him that you didn’t want to go to prom.”  Alec retorted harshly.  “Weren’t you angry with him for ignoring your wishes?”

“What do you want me to say?” Bella erupted.  “Yes, I was angry with him after he ignored what I said!  My leg was broken in two places and in a cast because of a vampire that attacked me!  I nearly died in that attack!  Maybe that’s why I didn’t protest like I normally would when I realised that Edward had ignored me!”

Edward looked at Bella as if she’d grown a second head.

“They’re not trying to be mean or aggravate you.  Sulpicia, Demetri, Alabaster and Alec are trying to make you understand that your relationship with Edward is not a good one.”

At the same time, Rosalie and Bella spun around to see the new person that had spoken.  Rosalie had that feeling about there being more to the person again when she gazed at the new arrival.

Demetri sped to the newcomer’s side and the two of them had a rapid conversation in Greek. 

Rosalie pivoted around and she saw Alabaster lift his chin out of his hand and smirk at the new arrival.  Marcus’ face looked gentler and kinder as he gazed at the new arrival.

[icarusignite]

Divine Retribution (Luke Castellan x Daughter of Nemesis! OC)

A/N: Percy Jackson was a huge part of my childhood, so its only fair I do a fic for this universe. As a kid, I was obvi obsessed with Percy himself and the "good guys" but having grown up I think there's some really cool themes and nuances to explore with the Titan Army kids and their storylines/relationships with each other. Would love it if you checked it out <3

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Summary

A monster is not such a terrible thing to be. From the Latin root monstrum, a divine messenger of catastrophe, then adapted by Old French to mean an animal of myriad origins: centaur, gryphon, satyr.

To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once.

To be a demigod is not much different.

Rin Nakamura is more like her mother than she thinks. She enjoys tearing down the proud and powerful, and there is no one who deserves tearing down like the very goddess she descended from. They say that the children of Nemesis, even when unclaimed, are deadly when they have a grudge to settle, and no one has a greater grudge against the gods than Rin herself. When the primordial god of time extends an invitation, offering Rin the power to confront the Olympians in a war that transcends the mortal realm, she seizes the chance to finally balance the scales.

Luke Castellan is a charming visionary with something to prove. Disillusioned by the gods, whom he perceives as indifferent and ungrateful towards their demigod children, his driving force is a desire to overthrow them and create a world where demigods are free from the shackles of divine manipulation.

Ethan Nakamura is a boy who cannot stop wanting, even when the price is too high. He wants his mother's approval; he wants recognition for the minor gods; he wants victory for the Titan Army, the members of which have become his family. Most of all, he wants his sister to stop being so angry all the time, but she is all he has left and for her, he is willing to make the ultimate sacrifice.

[yonemurishiroku]

Haley Riordan had ONE chance for his own OC being canon and he went for a former Titan Army leader who hates Percy Jackson’s guts

like i feel like we’re missing something here.

[avaetin]

A Kairos Moment: Chapter VII - A Kairos Moment

Pairings: Primordial God! Chronos/Ananke! Nico di Angelo

Rating: T

Chapter Summary:

"Do you know Kairos?" Aeon asked him. Nico shifted his weight, unsure of where the conversation was headed. "Isn't that the name of Zeus' youngest son?" "The meaning behind the word is more relevant than the beholder." Nico smiled, amused. Of course, it was irrelevant to someone like him. He gestured for the Primordial to continue. "Kairos embodies the perfect moment. It is that precise point in time where everything falls into place, and where the universe's will is fulfilled." Nico's interest was piqued. "And why does this matter to me?" "Because, my dear Nico, we are living in a Kairos moment. Our meeting wasn't predetermined by any force, not even by the Fates. You and I were simply meant to meet at this very juncture in time. I was destined to cross your path, and our encounter was meant to be." As Aeon's fingertips tenderly brushed against Nico's cheek, guiding his gaze back to his own, Nico felt an electric thrill surge through his body. A sense of belonging washed over him, as if he had finally found the missing piece of his existence. "I wasn't meant to meet anyone else. I was only meant to meet you."

{READ CHAPTER VII AT ARCHIVEOFOUROWN}

[bvckbiter]

i think a damning but amusing indicator of how little-known alabaster is in the fandom is the absence of x reader pieces for him,,, people have made them for the most random characters who’ve gotten namedropped just a handful of times but there is none of alabaster even if he has a personality, backstory, sick as fuck abilities. all because people skip over the side story and ITS SO FUCKING FUNNY TO ME

[dontspillthefrijoles43]

Lost Hero VII - Breisa

Digging into the past

Word count: 5720

Warnings: Angst, Cursing, Trauma, Spoilers for pjo, the Gods being dicks, titan army, teenagers dealing with trauma (while also being teenagers)

Summary: The past can be a tricky thing, but it holds so much for the future...Especially hints for a quest...Or Lou shares some of her past, and Breisa reluctantly shares hers.

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Lou hadn’t said a word the whole way back to the cabin.

Breisa was waiting for yelling and scolding.

 All there was silence, except for the rest of her siblings. 

She desperately wanted something, anything to happen.

They finally made it to the cabin. Her anxiety was spiking.

“Alright lights out for the little demon spawns. Oldest cabin members get to stay up for another hour. Everyone should still get dressed for bed.” Lou called out to the cabin members. 

Everyone began to make their way to their respective bunks or rooms. 

Miranna paused, while the rest of their siblings kept going, and looked at Breisa with those big emerald eyes. “Good luck.” She gave her a hug. 

Breisa could only pat her back awkwardly. Miranna pulled away and headed off with the rest. 

It was only Lou and Breisa standing in the middle of the cabin. 

She waited for her to start screaming at her for accepting the quest: how it was a stupid idea, that she had basic knowledge on how to control her powers–How everything seemed to be bad about this quest. 

But Lou only sighed, “You should get ready too. This is gonna be a long night.” She made her way to one of the book shelves and pulled a red book out. A doorway opened next to Breisa “I’ll be waiting in my room.” 

– 

After a minute of struggling to find the hidden bathrooms, which ironically was hidden in the main sitting room of the cabins. 

Breisa had taken a hot shower, changed into a cotton flannel pattern sweats and a plain gray t-shirt. She had just finished her bed routine (hair and teeth). She then made her way out of her room and went towards Lou’s room. 

She peaked her head through the doorway and there in the middle laid a queen sized bed with a constellation themed blanket and black valet pillows. Near the bed was a mini shelf with books, potions, and Knick knacks (crystals, leaves, spices, feathers, etc).

Lou sat there, in her own pajamas, on the floor with a big leather bound book. She looked to be halfway through with it. 

Breisa knocked on the doorway. 

“Come in.” Lou said without looking up from the book. 

Breisa walked in, she plopped on the floor next to Lou, and waited.

Lou read for another minute or two, then slammed the book shut. 

Breisa jumped slightly at the sound, looked at her curious and startled, waiting for an outburst. 

“If you’re expecting me to forbid you from going or yell at you for taking on this quest. I can’t.” Lou placed the book down, “I should, but I can’t. It’s not fair to you. Especially since you don’t know everything.”

“What do you mean?” Breisa tilted her head at Lou. 

“You remember when I mentioned the great prophecy? How Kronos arise? ” Lou asked. Breisa nodded. “Well he didn’t do it on his own…”

Lou trailed off, her eyes began to glow, and she opened her palms. A blue mist flowed through her hands and fogged up the room. 

The room began to change: All of Lou’s stuff along the walls began to melt away. Images of a forest replaced the missing items along the walls. It was like 4D movie projectors making the images form.

The first scene played out:

A kid was running through the forest, she had dark hair and green eyes. She wore a band tee that was tattered from the bottom, and leggings with beat up sneakers. Tightly hung on her shoulders was a military style pack. 

As her face became the focusing point, scars were around her cheeks. Her nose actually looked familiar. The shape of her face too. The way her hair was styled, it was so similar to someone Breisa knew.

It was…

“Lou! It’s you!” Breisa realized. 

“Yes, it is. Now watch.” Lou tried not to break her concentration. 

Younger Lou, maybe about thirteen or fourteen years old. She looked scared. 

Something roared in the distance. She gasped and dove under a log, crawled behind the thick part to hide.

“I smell you demigod!” Something growled, it moved with heavy footsteps, “You can’t hide from me!”

Trees toppled as it got closer. The beast had a form of giant. Only thing you could make out was its legs. It stopped and sniffed the air. Slowly it leaned downwards, trying to find the scent. It inched closer to Lou’s hiding spot. 

Lou whimpered and covered her mouth to hide her sounds, tears streaking down her cheeks. She sank closer to the ground, trying to stay hidden.

Her heart was pounding in her chest. It was so close, it had to have seen her.

She felt the ground tremble as it moved closer. 

“I thought I was done for.” Lou murmured, “I really thought I was going to be monster chow…then—”

It snorted in confusion. It grumbled in annoyance and shot away from young Lou, then the thing stomped off.

“I’ll find that demigod.” It muttered, trees toppling as it moved upwards. 

Lou let out a shuddering breath, she rose up slowly. 

She looked at the fallen trees, they were giant footsteps embedded into the ground. Whatever that thing was, it was gone now. It had to be.

 It looked like she didn’t wanna stick around, she turned the other way— and came face to face with the tip of a sword.

“Don’t move.” The person holding the sword ordered. Lou froze not knowing what else to do. 

He towered over her. He looked built from arms and legs, but the rest of him was lean. A gold cover, like a bullet vest, was strapped onto his shoulders with shoulder plates; it covered his torso.

His hair was brunette, it reached his neck. He had green emerald  eyes, cold and calculated. There were bags underneath them, sleep must’ve not been a thing for him. Last was the freckles scattered around his face—would have made him look cheerful: if his lips weren’t curled up in a sneer.

“You’ve got ten seconds to tell me who you are, before I slit your throat and leave you to bleed out on the ground.” He pointed the tip of the sword to her neck.

Taking that threat very much to the heart Lou threw her hands up in surrender, “My name is Lou Ellen black stone. I don’t want any trouble. I’m just trying to get away from the monsters.”

The boy studied her with precision and gritted teeth. “Where did you come from? Are you one of those scum  from Camp half-blood?”

“I don’t know what that is.” Lou tried not to let her voice waver, kind of hard when there’s blade on her vocal cords. “I’ve been on my own for a while. I’ve been hiding and trying to stay alive. Honest. I don’t know where or what camp-half-blood is.”

He kept the sword at her neck for another moment. “You’re telling the truth.” He released her.

“No point in lying when you’re faced with certain death.” Lou said without thinking. 

She expected the sword to slash across her neck, but the boy only balked out in amusement.

“Exactly. I don’t know why everyone lies to my face. No wonder they’re dead.” He grinned  maniacally. “All and all it is for a good reason. This war will give us Half-Bloods what we deserve once and for all. I can just picture it;  Alabaster C. Torrington, son of Hecate, greatest Greek warrior of the Titan army.” 

“¡NO MAMES WEY!” Breisa gaped like a fish, “He’s a child of hecate?!”

Lou strained and the mist swirled into a blurred image of him, “Yes. Alabaster was. But he was also vengeful of the other gods. He respected and admired mom greatly. But he believed that we deserve more. To an extent he was right. Yet he chose all the wrong actions.” 

Lou regained her concentration, the image cleared, and Alabaster turned towards Lou in the image. 

Younger Lou looked intimidated. 

“I have no use to kill you. You’re not the enemy…Clearly…” He stared her down before she could be offended, “Why did you come here?”

Lou shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, “It sounds kind of crazy.” 

“Try me.” Alabaster challenged putting his sword in a holster that she hadn’t noticed before. 

She hesitated at first, but carefully spoke, “I’ve been chased by all kinds of things since a year ago, I’ve seen things I’ve never noticed before. I don’t think I am normal. And for a while I’ve been having weird dreams of a ferret leading me somewhere. Somewhere safe, for the most part. I don’t know why but I think this is the place.”

His eyes lit up like he solved a puzzle piece. 

“Mother, I sense your ambitions.” He spoke aloud to no one in particular. 

Lou eyed him while taking some steps back, “Okay….I can’t tell who's crazier, you or me?”

Albester gave her a look and she shut up, “It will all make sense soon…I want to propose an offer to you.” 

“Man I’m not doing whatever you’re thinking of.” She scrunched her face in disgust. 

He rolled his eyes, “I meant that I can offer you protection, knowledge, and unimaginable skill. Control over those skills as well.”

“There is a catch, right? There has to be a catch?” Lou deadpanned, pulling on the straps of her pack.

He hummed thoughtfully, “I wouldn’t exactly call it a catch…”

“If you’re saying it like that it makes it sound even more sketchy.” Lou attempted to sound confident but her voice wavered.

“How about I put it this way— Aren’t you tired of bad things happening to you? Or all the things you wish you knew about yourself were known? Maybe if the monsters stopped coming? Just to understand who you are?”

 She froze, taking in his words.

 “See my people, we’re trying to solve all those problems. We’re trying to fight those who put us here. Who left us in the dark with the unknown. The power that left us in the dust and  to fend for ourselves. They could have stopped us from raising our voices. They have been fighting for us since then.”

Alabaster circled her, “We need more help though on our side. I believe that you can be of much help. If you take my offer that is.”

Lou didn’t seem so keen on the idea; she looked like she was having an internal battle with herself.

“Where else Can you go? Not a lot of places can make offers like this. Especially with what you are.” He inquired, “If you’re having so much trouble with this…then I might as well leave you to the monsters.”

He turned a heel and began walking away.

 Not bluffing in any way. 

He made it just a few feet when Lou called out “WAIT!”

Alabaster halted, waiting for a good reason. 

Lou breathed in, “I…I accept your offer.”

Alabaster hummed pleased with her, and said “I have a lot to show you. First you have to meet our leader…let’s just say he’s an interesting guy.”

“You joined him?!” Breisa exclaimed, “How-Why?- What?”

Lou huffed, “It wasn’t one of my proudest moments, ok? I didn’t know there was another option. Alabaster drew me in and their leader manipulated me into the Titan army. They made me believe that I was fighting for myself and for what demigods wanted. When I was actually fighting for them.”

The blue mist whirled and melted into a new image:

 Another tall guy, almost at college age, with a muscular build. He had short-cropped sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, a sharp nose, and a mischievous look etched into his face. He was pale with resemblance to a ghost. From the bottom of his eye was a white scar carved all the way down to his cheek. 

“That’s Luke Castellan. The head of the Titan army.” Lou seemed to be shaking as she spoke, “After a quest had gone wrong, it led him to the darkness. He swore an oath and pledged his life to Kronos, ”

The mist swirled again and —a young, tan less pale, Luke stood by an apple tree. In his hands he held a golden apple, and swung his sword at something: A dragon jumped suddenly and clawed his face. Right where the scar on his pale counterpart was. 

“He wanted revenge on Olympus and his father for the life they gave him. Under Kronos he found others that were like him. Most of them, unclaimed demigods.”

Luke stood above hundreds and hundreds of demigods, stone cold as they raised their swords to him. 

“They had built up and continued to grow in power with Luke. When Alabaster found me and others, the puzzle was nearly done. They trained and trained us until we were to perfection.”

Lou stood in Greek armor, right in the center of Field. 

All at once, different warriors jumped at her, circling around her with weapons. 

“Páli!” Someone called from the sidelines.

Her palms glowed and her eyes matched with red. Floating above them, she took them all down without a single graze.

“PALI!” Some yelled, “You must do it again. Your strategy needs to be perfect!”

Lou pant exhausted, but then regained herself and nodded to the person shouting. Then she took off running. 

“Finally we planned our first attack. We took Camp-half-blood by surprise.”

A boulder shaped like a fist stood in the clearing of a forest. The same forest that nearly surrounded the camp.

There were kids in orange shirts in battle armor, they didn’t even have a second to position themselves—The ground exploded with monsters and demigods in opposing battle armor.

Swords clashed, monsters snarled, and the ground shook as the dead raised. War had begun 

Lou fought and knocked down demigods in a row with her magic mist. 

“We truly thought we were enemies. We were all two sides of the same coin.” 

A demigod came at Lou, she blocked them with her sword and he landed on his butt. She raised her weapon ready to strike when the kid looked up in fear. 

She stopped. 

“At that moment I was thinking that this kid is like me. Scared. On defense. Willing to kill someone because they might kill them first.”

Lou gripped the hilt of her sword, tense and frozen in striking position. The kid didn’t seem to be hellbent on moving.

A shriek caught both of their attention–the ground exploded once more. 

Snakes hissed and twisted above its head, its dark leathery wings stood out stretched. It had a scorpion tail that was oozing with venom. The upper part of it was a humanoid medusa fusion, and the bottom half was shaped like a centaur– except instead of a horse it was a dragon. 

She cracked a whip and shrieked again, “Kill the demigods!”

From Lou’s point of view you could see two demigods, decked out in greek armor and weapons, charging towards she-beast; A girl with familiar blond hair and gray eyes, and a boy by her side with black hair and sea green eyes.

“Percy and Annabeth, they had no trouble diving into battle, sacrificing their lives for the camp. It hit to me… If we were fighting for our greater …Why were we forced to learn all the combat mentally? Why were we pushed to the breaking point? Why were we slaving away for them, bringing back new recruits and risking our lives?”

The mist formed from Lou progressively  fighting till exhaustion. Getting pushed to her limits. Beaten and getting back up without any choice. 

“After that battle, the war climbed to its peak. I felt conflicted. All these questions were constantly on my mind. But I didn’t have the courage to act on it. So I stayed quiet and did what I had to do. I also protected those who were like me, as much as I could anyway…All the way until the war ended.”

Breisa fidget nervously with a loose pant leg, “How did it end?…The war I mean…”

Lou sighed. “It ended with a lot of sacrifice. From both sides. Percy Jackson. He fought tooth and nail to protect this place. They all did. Chiron, Gover, Nico, Clarisse, Beckford, Silena, Rachel…It goes on. But Percy, Annabeth, and Ethan, they were the ones that ended it all.

The kid from before-black hair and sea green eyes, Percy…fighting Luke…his eyes glowed an unnatural gold and his skin was so thin and  ghostly pale.

A shudder overcame Breisa at the sight of possessed Luke—something about someone taking over their entire being was disturbing…and familiar.

The scene changed to a teen with an eyepatch striking Kronos in the neck (who looked mildly betrayed). The blade shattered at the impact and pierced through his armor, the kid grabbed his side in pain.

“Ethan did not end up surviving that strike. The blade went through his stomach. With his last seconds of life his death wish was for all minor gods to be treated better.” Lou’s voice quivered with pain. 

Then Annabeth distracted Kronos with what seemed to be defense sword fighting, tears flowing down her cheeks but her stormy death glare gave no sympathy towards him. She was shouting things to him, and his eyes flickered between gold and sky blue eyes.

“Luke managed to gain most of his consciousness…and he killed Kronos. Like Ethan, he pleaded for all the unclaimed to never go through what he did.” Lou said in a dead voice. 

The mist of Luke faded into a giant building reaching to the sky, where a Greek palace stood.

“When Percy went to Olympus he demanded both Ethan’s and Luke’s terms. The gods agreed to their terms and swore an oath to respect them. And that’s the full story of how we, the unclaimed, got here.” 

Lou’s eyes faded back to normal, the mist from her palms evaporated, and the images disappeared. 

She slumped a bit and reached to rub her temples, “Ooh- I really gotta cut my stories short. That spell takes a lot out of me. Nothing a little healing tea can’t fix.”

Breisa seemed lost in her thoughts as she processed everything Lou told her. 

“Stupid spell, taking more energy than it should.” Lou complained, her voice seemed distant.

After a minute of her sibling’s frustration grumbling, Breisa said, “Were you happy ?”

“...Was I happy?” She echoed, looking at Breisa confused.

“When you got here. After everything.”

“Truthfully, no. I hated this place at first. I even tried to run away a couple of times.” 

“What made you change your mind?” Breisa’s curiosity was showing.

“Mom did.” She answered earnestly, “She said that this was our chance to be safe. That I was no longer a child of war, nor my siblings. For the time being. be prepared for the future. Our kin was coming, with power so chaotic. That person will have to face the greatest enemy. And they would need all the support and help from me and my siblings…I think she was talking about you.”

“So…even though you didn’t know me, you decided to throw yourself as the next Yoda, in another possible war against the enemy?” Breisa said slowly, trying to get clarity. 

“Ok first of all when you put it like that it sounds ridiculous.” Lou puffed. “Second of all, When it comes to being a demigod, there is a lot of baggage. Dangerous supernatural baggage. Having to deal with that on your own, it’s a lot. I didn’t want another sibling to go through what I went through. What we all went through. No one deserves that.”

Breisa felt her heart pang, how could someone she barely knew give so much support and sisterly love to her. She didn’t deserve it. She didn’t deserve to be a demigod. 

In fact, none of them deserve all the bad that  happened to them. 

“If mom knew about me,why wasn’t she there? Why didn’t she save you guys? If she’s this all powerful god, how come she's not helping ? Aren’t we her children?” She ranted to Lou, frustration evident in her voice. 

“Gods could not tamper with our fate. The fates plan out our lives. And control over a god’s life. Our life must go according to what it is. Even if they know of our futures. It could lead to drastic consequences if we mess with fortunes. Or the gods sometimes just don’t care” Lou bitterly explained, “Trust me. I’ve had this argument.” 

Briesa didn’t try to hide her disappointment, “So that’s it. I have to go through with this quest without anything. Probably die trying. And possibly end the world.” 

“Not necessarily…” Lou murmured,”I showed you my past so you could understand the dangers. But through the dangers we pulled through. That’s why I want to break down the lines of the prophecy and look into your past.”

“I’m sorry, what now?” Breisa questioned, her head turned up right towards her sister.

“Daughter of twin torches sought to defend. Darkness, fraught in her pieces; Can she amend?’ ” Lou quoted, “Remember those lines?”

“Of course I remember! Scary world ending prophecy! Who could forget that?!” She snapped, “How is looking in my past going to help?!”

“I think you’re ‘pieces’ mean things that make up you. The little things that are you usually come from the past.” Lou explained, “We might find the answers for this quest there.”

Breisa gave her uneasy look. 

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Lou reassured, stressfully rubbing her temples, “There might be another way to find out about the quest…maybe? I might have time…”

Breisa could feel anxiety radiating off Lou, she was suppressing it.

 ‘There isn’t enough time for her to find something. Right now might be the only chance. She is trying to hide it.’

Breisa sighed, “I can do it. We can look into my past… But only what’s important.” 

“Are you sure?” Lou questioned, very solemn. “We really don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”

She breathed in and exhaled slowly, “I’m sure.” 

“Ok.” Lou walked over to a shelf  and grabbed a silver bowl resting on it, “You need to drink this if we're going to look into your past.” She handed it to Breisa

 She cupped the bowl with her palms, “What is this?” 

“It’s a drink that is supposed to help clear your mind and project your spell casting abilities.” Lou explained, “I made it out of my own herbs. To help show the vision.”

Breisa peaked at the bowl, it was filled a quarter way with  mossy green liquid. “It smells like rainwater and earth.” She tipped it into her mouth, and drank it; quickly her face turned sour, she choked down the liquid.“Ugh! ¡Sabe como nopales!”

Lou grinned a little, “It’s not the best tasting thing in the world. It has more power for mind and body.” 

“I won’t have to be tasting more of that right?” Breisa stuck out her tongue in disgust as she handed the bowl back.

“No. The hard part hasn’t started.” Lou informed, “This spell is not easy to cast. I need you to close your eyes and focus. And I need you to trust me.”

“Ok.” She closed her eyes and tried to keep her mind clear.

“Open your palms outwards. I want you to think of today. Everything that’s happened to you from morning to past few hours.” 

Breisa thought of the morning waking up late and falling off the bed. Rushing to get ready and make it to the bus for the field trip. Not having time to properly brush her hand, getting laughed at and teased by the barbies. Weird dreams.  Leo being a jack-ass. Seeing a goddess. Almost dying twice. Landing at camp half-blood. Using powers she didn’t know she had.

“Now I want you to imagine that everything you’re seeing is being pushed from your brain and attach it to the outside.”

Breisa felt her head ache, her palms began to grow warm, and her eyelids twitched. 

“Now think about more things that have happened to you. Everytime you ever felt you’re emotions got the better of you. Something that made you really feel. But keep your control.”

She remembered meeting a boy with brunette curly hair during lunch, when no one else would sit next to her. He had dark eyes, pointed ears, toothy grin, and rich brown skin. He spoke English as he introduced himself, he understood that common courtesy. Spanish to be sure she understood. When she snapped at him, he got nervous and tried to make her laugh. It worked for a second, she found him somewhat entertaining. But he didn’t know when to stop. He had to keep the joke going. 

She thought about being alone when Tía had dropped her off to the detention ward. When they had searched her and sent her on a prison bus to wilderness school. She only had her jacket backpack filled with the bare minimum, and thick leather strap of the necklace her father had given her.

Then her mind went to her dad. Her dad who always had the warmest smile, strong eyebrows, and crooked nose. Her dad would lift her up when she was down. Her dad who had always danced and sang to Juan Gabriel when he was cooking and cleaning. The same guy with dark lush wavy hair that had started developing gray strands. He had a scruffy beard that he kept in mildly good condition. He always wore a leather pendant with the lady— Guadalupe. He wore it because it reminded him of home. 

Home was very important to him, and he taught her that. 

But then he had to leave home. 

It was Breisa's fault that he had to leave, if she just hadn’t lost control.

Breisa’s eyes snapped open, they glowed unnatural purple.

A scene played out in her mist:

Along a little street in front of a little Knick-knack shop sat dazed, bloody and bruised Breisa. Maybe about twelve or thirteen years old. Memories could be fuzzy.

The shop behind her looked like it had been through an earthquake.

Windows were shattered, glass spread across the sidewalk. Over the entrance, the door was slanted off its hinges with claw marks carved into metal.

Inside there were shelves and shelves of wooden and glass objects that had been smashed to the tiles. Cracks spread along the walls and onto the floral tiles. Somewhere mixed with the destroyed objects was gold dust sprinkled everywhere.

Briesa was still lost in her own world.

She snapped out of her daze as dad came speeding down the road. The old pick up truck screeched to a stop.

“¡Mija!” He shouted as he ran up to her and bent down to hold her shoulders, “You’re hurt. Who did this to you? Are you ok?”

She stood silent as her eyes casted down to the floor. “…Dad, I lost control.”

“¿De qué estás hablando? Lost control?” He was confused. Realization occurred to him, “Oh no. Mija…it happened again. Was there anyone inside?”

“I don’t know.” She sniffled, “I tried to keep my cool. They wouldn’t stop. They kept making me mad. They said stuff like ‘Estas maldita! Un bruja! No wonder you don’t have a mom.’  I just couldn’t keep my control. Lo siento.”

He pulled her into a tight hug, “Ay dios. Mi vida I’m so sorry I wasn’t here. It’s not your fault. Les hubiera dado una paliza a esos niños.”

She half snorted and sobbed into his shoulder sleeve, “De verdad?”

“Sí. De verdad.” He smiled half-heartily and patted her back lightly, “We should get going. Who knows who could have seen you. Come on let’s—“

Somewhere nearby a siren wailed in the distance, blue and red lights flashed. 

“Mierda.” Breisa’s dad cursed under his breath. 

A cop car pulled in next to her dad, on the side it read City sheriff. 

An older man— maybe a bit older than dad at the time—with an army buzz haircut stepped out of the car.

Automatically Breisa recognized him. Sheriff Wilson. He gave everyone on this block a hard time.

“Alessandro.” He called, pointing to the shop, “Mind explaining what the hell this is?”

“Breisa, Quédate aquí.” Her dad gave her shoulders a squeeze and went over without his hands above his head.

She watched as they conversed, both getting equally frustrated with one another. She tried to listen to a few words all she could catch was “You people…Justice…served…my only hija…punishment…at least …someone…look after her.” Finally after a few minutes, her dad came back looking relief but defeated.

“Dad? What’s going on?” She asked worriedly.

“Sheriff Wilson…he came to see what caused the damage. Alguien al otro lado…erm…called when the shop came down. I’m guessing someone different, since someone else saw you and called me.” He sighed heavily, “He came with the attention of arresting someone.”

Breisa paled and chewed her lip nervously. 

“But I came with a compromise. Mejor para ti.” He attempted to calm her down as he sat next to her, “We just have to call Tía Celica and wait for her to get here, M’kay?”

Breisa felt her eyes burn as she tried to keep her tears at bay. The scene began to change.

An old car parked on the side of Breisa’s dad’s car and sheriff's car. It looked like a (convertible Breisa wasn’t too familiar with cars), and it was dark blue. A Woman with dark hair tied into a sloppy bun stepped out. She had the same strong brow and crooked nose as her dad. She wore simple jeans and a sweater. 

“Mateo!” She called out to him, “I got your call. I came as soon as I could.”

“Celia, thank god you’re here” Dad sighed exasperated.

“¿Cuánto tiempo tienes? ¿Tienes todo en orden?” She sounded serious.

“Tengo uno o dos días para poner mis documentos oficiales en orden.” He explained, “I can figure all that stuff out. Pero lo que de verdad me preocupa, es mi hija.”

They both turned to Breisa on the curb, her hands ringed together anxiously. She was trying to listen to the conversation.

 “Mateo. ¿Qué más puedes hacer?” Tía Celia put a hand on his shoulder and lead them out of earshot. “Esto es lo mejor para ella.” 

“Tiene razón.” He sighed, “Let me just say goodbye.”

He walked over and sat down next to Breisa. 

“What’s going on dad?” She asked, “I heard you and Tìa talking.” 

“Were you able to make out what we said?” 

She shook her head. 

“You need to get better at your Spanish then.” He chuckled softly trying to break the tension. She didn’t even quirk a smile. “But uhm…I am gonna be away for a while. I want you to stay with your Tìa…she’ll take care of you while I am gone.”

“Gone? What do you mean?” Breisa’s eyes frantically look between her dad and Tía near the convertible. 

“It’s part of the compromise I made with the sheriff.” He stared down the cop car, “Instead of him charging and arresting you. He’s gonna take me.”

“No!” She cried, “I don’t want that! He can’t do that! I’m the one who did th—”

“Mija, por favor!” He shushed her, keeping an eye on the sheriff, “This isn’t something I want to argue with you about. This is for your safety. They can’t know what happened. Keeping your emotions under control—it’s very hard. But the minute you lose control. It’s over. I'd rather let them take me than to take you.”

She sniffed trying to keep herself from bawling uncontrollably.  

“There’s something I want you to have.” He pulled something from the pocket of his jacket, “I wanted to give this to you for your birthday, sooner than expected…But it’s so you have something to think of home.”

He outstretched his palm to her. Inside it was a chunky leather necklace strap, it  was connected to a silver centerpiece. Engraved in the bail, that held the centerpiece, were the letters B.P.A. -Breisa’s initials. 

“It’s missing the middle because your mother… she had her own gift to give you.” Her dad seemed wistful. Whenever he talked about mom (which oftentimes) he’d get all heartfelt and nostalgic. “She’d believed at a certain point in your life, this necklace would help you.

‘It would come together for her.’ She’d say. I didn’t have a clue what she meant. But I have a feeling right now is a better time than ever. ”

Breisa stared at his outstretched hand, “Dad…I don’t deserve this. I shouldn’t have this.”

He put his hands on her shoulders. “Mi vida, you deserve everything the world and what I have to offer. Don’t ever think you deserve any less. Eres valiente, inteligente, y hermosa. Te quiero mucho, mija…don’t ever forget that, ok?”

“Ok.” She said, as the tears flowed down her cheeks and she grasped the necklace from him. 

The mist swirled and made Breisa’s vision fade away. She couldn’t stop herself from crying. Even when Lou jumped up and hugged her. 

~

Later she had calmed down. Still Lou was apologizing profoundly. “I’m sorry. That was too much. I shouldn’t have pushed you to have a vision. Especially one like that.”

“It’s ok.” Breisa reassured, although more for Lou than herself. “We found what we needed. Or at least something that could help me on this quest.”

She held up the necklace from the vision with the same chunky leather strap and silver bail with her initials. And in the centerpiece, instead of it being empty, it held a piece of stone with a weird inscription carved into it. 

“We could figure it out in the morning.” Lou promised as she placed her book and bowl back, “You should head to bed.”

“Yeah, I will.” Breisa walked out from Lou’s room, “Night Lou.” 

“Night.” She called back.

As Breisa wandered down the hallway, she glanced at the necklace continuously.

 Somehow she could feel small bursts of magic thrum..thrum…thrum pulsating from the necklace.

-

Translations

NO MAMES WEY - No fucking way

Sabe como nopales - tastes like catus

Mija- darling (Platonic term of indearment)

¿De qué estás hablando? - What are you talking about?

Bruja- witch

Lo siento- I'm sorry

Ay dios - Oh my god

Mi vida- My life

Les hubiera dado una paliza a esos niños - I would have beaten those kids up

De verdad?- Really

Mérida- shit

Quédate aquí- stay here

Mejor para ti- better for you

Cuánto tiempo tienes? - How much time do you have

¿Tienes todo en orden? - do you have everything in order

Tengo uno o dos días para poner mis documentos oficiales en orden - I have a day or two to get everything in order

Pero lo que realmente me preocupa a mi hija - But what really worries me is my daughter

¿Qué más puedes hacer? - what else could you do?

Esto es lo mejor para ella- This is better for her

Tiene razón - you're right

Eres valiente, inteligente, y hermosa - you're brave, smart, and beautiful

Te quiero mucho, mija - I love you so much, dear

(A/N: Merry Late Christmas 🎄 and Happy New year 🎊 y’all ! Sorry this took so long to update, writers block hit me like a truck. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, I worked really hard to come up with a backstory for breisa and explore more of Lou’s character. I plan to update again in a week or two, still trying to figure out a schedule that works for me - socially awkward nerd :)

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Introduction

This blog is mostly so I can keep track of fanfics and fanarts that I like. If you've stumbled upon here and are curious (for some reason) I'll put everything down semi cohesively.

There will be canon ships, popular ships, unpopular ships and crackships. If you're a fandom purist please leave me alone.

Fandoms (and pairings)

more will be added in the future (probs)

Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (MDZS)

Wei Wuxian x Lan Wangji

Lan Xichen x Jiang Cheng

Wen Qing x Jiang Yanli

Wen Qing x Luo Qingyang (mianmian)

Lan Xichen x Nie Mingjue

Jiang Cheng x Nie Huaisang

various x reader

the Scum Villains Self Saving System

Shen Qingqiu x Luo Binghe

og! Shen Yuan x og! Luo Binghe

Shen Qingqiu x Liu Qingge

Liu Mingyan x Sha Hualing

Mobei jun x Shang Qinghua

the Percy Jackson verse

Annabeth Chase x Piper McLean

Leo Valdez x Nico di Angelo

Leo Valdez x Jason Grace

Alabaster Torrington x Nico di Angelo

Silena Beauregard x Clarisse La Rue

Nico di Angelo x various

Arcane

Viktor x Jayce Talis

Ekko x Jinx

various x reader

DC verse

Dick Grayson x Rachel Roth

Garfield Logan x Rachel Roth

Koriand'r x Victor Stone

Jason Todd x Rachel Roth

various x reader

MCU

Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal

James "bucky" Barnes x Sam Wilson

various x reader

Danny Phantom

Danny Fenton x Dash Baxter

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Welcome back ‼️‼️ Even though you never left for me LOLLL

🧎I’m ready to ask for my letter from my husband, the loml. 👺‼️Scenario can be him sending letters while he’s away being a war criminal trying to convince me to come back.

Even though he prbly has some girl over there on the Andromeda smh.

LMFAOOOO SULLI, WHAT IS THIS 😭 I SPECIFICALLY TOLD YOU NOT TO MAKE YOUR REQUEST FERAL. YOU'RE LUCKY I LOVE YOU AND THAT I FIND THIS SO FUCKING FUNNY.

𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦,

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴? 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵-𝘴𝘰-𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯. 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴… 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱, 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱��𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘐 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘢. 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴; 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘯𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴.

𝘔𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭. 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘬𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺. 𝘐 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦.

𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴? 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱, 𝘐 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘐𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴, 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.

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Midnight Roses - Master List

AN: Here is the Twilight x Percy Jackson fic that I promised months ago. I'm really happy with how it turned out and I hope you enjoy the fic as well. Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated! There are some darker elements in this fic; please read the warnings below. The warnings will be the same for every chapter.

This fic contains canon-typical violence and behaviours, manipulation, mentions of death, murder, orphans, pain, blood, blood drinking, torture, memory manipulation, prison, and criminals.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Epilogue